Frank Bruni’s commentary, “Read, kids, read” (May 14), was excellent. I see so many young people on the streets in Rutland when I am in town, their eyes glued to that little thing in their hands. Do they take it to bed with them each night ?

When I was a child during the Depression in the ’30s, there were no books in our home. When I started school at St. Mary’s Academy in Glens Falls (I was the youngest of three) I barely survived kindergarten because Sister Edwina did not want me to write with my left hand. In first grade ( I was a good reader), the nun called on several children, and they all stumbled; then she called on me and I stumbled. In second grade, on Friday afternoon, the nun would read a chapter from the Bobbsey Twins, and that was the beginning.

Reading is a very important part of my life. Currently, I am rereading “Jane Eyre.” Last week, I finished rereading “A Girl of the Limberlost.” Reading — try it — you might like it.